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last night I went to a hippie party and stood on the lawn awkwardly rotating my water-glass of wine and inside saw myself in a mirror, pale and long-face with a red kerchief tied around my head. last night a woman walked through the front door and hugged a man for 10 minutes I'm not making this up, they shut their eyes and swayed to the jazz. and Ana Maria's hair kept brushing against my arms and people were smoking novelty pot and I walked home and the streets were deserted.